Affair with the King

Part 1

Prince Juan of Navarrese rode into the courtyard, broad smile on his face. He had just returned from a triumphant battle, and relished the admiration of his people, especially the women. He met many of their eyes, making them feel special, all the while plotting which one he would bed that evening, after the victory celebration. He dismounted his horse, ruffling the hair of the young stable boy who took over the reigns. The boy looked at his prince in awe.

Most people did. Juan was everything a prince should be. Handsome, charismatic, brave, and fair. He was a warrior, who fought every battle along side his men, often on foot. Men and women, alike, clamored for his affections. He was twenty four years old, and unmarried, which was a scandal unto itself. His admiration of women was well known by all. His father, King Ferdinand, was eager for him to chose a wife and produce an heir, securing their families claim to the crown for at least one more generation.

But, Juan was more interested in having fun. He had no interest in a life of nobility, except for the riches it afforded him. He made his way into the Great Hall, to greet his father, and mother, Queen Annabelle. He knelt before his father, waiting for permission to arise. When it was granted, he went to his mother, kissing her outstretched hand. "The only thing I missed, while fighting for the good people of Navarrese, was the beauty that radiates from my darling Lady Mother".

The queen beamed. Juan was her pride and joy. The only boy out of her seven children, and her last born. In her eyes, he could do no wrong. Juan winked at her, before turning his attention back to his father. He regaled his parents with a colourful telling of the battle they had just fought, much to both of their delights. They were both happy to see their son home, unscathed and victorious. They spent some time with him before releasing him to rest and prepare for the evenings festivities.

Before retiring to his room, Juan went to the kitchen, looking for one of their staff, Maria. She had been his nursemaid and he was fond of her. She held a place in his heart only beat by his mother. When he had come to an age where Maria was no longer needed to care for him, and knowing no other siblings would follow, he had insisted she be given a job that allowed her to remain in the castle, and made sure she was as comfortable as a servant could be.

Finding her standing over the stove, he crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. She cried out, in surprise, as he spun her around.

"Ay, mi Juanchito", she said, affectionately, pulling him in for a hug. She fussed over him for a few moments, before piling a plate full of fruits, cheese, and his favourite pastries. "Eat, then rest. There is a princessa come from Bravaro to see you tonight".

Juan rolled his eyes. Of course there was.

"It's time, Juan", she admonished. "You need to choose a wife. And, she is quite beautiful. I do not think you would bore of her quickly".

He laughed, kissing her on the cheek. "How can I ever chose a mere princess as my wife, when I was raised by such a woman as you? The bar has been set. I cannot settle for less".

"I love you as I do my own sons", she said, "and, Juanchito? It's time. Your father is old. He is tired. Give him piece of mind".

Juan took her words to heart, considering them carefully. Maria was not wrong. His father was well beyond his prime. He looked at her, seriously. "I will do my best".

She smiled at him, her gaze full of love. "That is all everyone wants, mi nino. Now, go. I will send wine and meat to your chambers. Take care to eat now, so when the merriment of this evening doesn't catch you unaware".

He took the plate she prepared, bowing deeply. "Gratitude".

She shoo'ed him away, going to find a page to bring him more food. He hummed to himself as he made his way to his chambers. He winked as some of his many sisters ladies in waiting passed him. They all giggled, lowering eyes.

Entering his chambers, he sensed something amiss. He quietly placed the plate down and drew his sword, moving to the sleeping quarters.

"Oh, please, my lord", a girl cried, feigning fear. She was splayed out on his bed, completely naked. "Take mercy on me".

Juan sheathed his sword, smiling. The girl was familiar, but he could not recall her name. He went to her, climbing on top of her, his lips against hers. They wasted no time in undressing him. They shared no words as he entered her, fucking her wildly. The only sounds they shared were moans of ecstasy. He brought the girl to orgasm, never a selfish lover, before exploding into her, grunting loudly.

Rolling off her, he smacked her ass. "There's food on the table. Bring it. I am ravenous".

The girl giggled, doing as she was told. She returned to the bed, feeding him.

"Aren't you hungry?", he asked, taking her hand, placing it on top of his hard again penis. When she nodded yes, he moved his hand to her head, pushing her down. He sighed, content, as she took him into her mouth. He watched her, snacking on grapes, until it became too much for him. he swiped the plate onto the floor, food scattering everywhere. The girl squealed in delight as he pulled her up, tossing her onto the bed. He re-entered her, his lips on her breasts. They fucked until their bodies were both slick with sweat, both gasping for air. After they came, he lay beside her, his back to her, quickly falling asleep.